Into the Land of Humans

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The Night of the Awakening, Princes Katia feverishly thought as she went about dressing
for the rite. Today was her eight and tenth birthday and her father had summoned
her forth from the Regions of the Women where she had spent the last eight and ten
years learning the art of lovemaking.

Her eyes moved to the looking glass hanging on the wall beside the bed. Staring appreciatively
at her lovely body, scantily encased in flowing silk wraps that did little to hide
her bountiful breasts, her hour-glass figure, and long, shapely legs, she wondered
if her father, the king would find her appealing. The diamonds on the small tiara
perched down amongst the long, coppery tresses atop her head were softly twinkling
in the flickering glow of the candles spread out around the chamber. There were more
of glimmering jewels on the necklace wrapped around her long, graceful neck and yet
more on her gold bracelets and anklets she wore. Jewels were abundant in her father,
King Beowuld’s Realm of the Underworld as his minions were only too glad to mine
them to gain the favor of the king.

Beowuld, the brother of Porphyrion, Himeros, and Pothos had once been one of the
mightiest of the gods of the Overworld, but alas one day his lustful cravings had
brought down the wrath of King Zoose, the king of all of the gods of the Overworld
upon him. Unfortunately, King Zoose had caught his wife, Queen Latisha and Beowuld
in the queen’s bed in the throes of carnal battle one day.

Beowuld had been lucky to escape with his life, but King Zoose had taken most of
poor King Beowuld’s powers away and banished him to the Underworld where he would
serve under Hades, King of the Underworld. In addition to that, he had placed a curse
on Beowuld’s head that whereas if Beowuld did not copulate with a female on a daily
basis, the bountiful stones down between his legs would wither, die and fall off
rendering Beowuld incapable of the act he was so fond of.

In the Overworld, not only had King Beowuld been the god of lust, sexual desire and
intercourse, he had been the King of the Giants after the death of his brother, Porphyrion.
When he had been banished to the Underworld, all of the Giants, PartBloods, and others
whose blood had been tainted by Giantism had followed him down into the Underworld.

“HAVE NO FEAR, MY SON,” KATIA COOED, WRAPPING HER HAND AROUND THE LIFELESS HUNK OF
MEAT DANGLING DOWN BETWEEN THE BOY’S LEGS...

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Her eyes moved to the looking glass hanging on the wall beside the bed. Staring appreciatively
at her lovely body, scantily encased in flowing silk wraps that did little to hide
her bountiful breasts, her hour-glass figure, and long, shapely legs, she wondered
if her father, the king would find her appealing. The diamonds on the small tiara
perched down amongst the long, coppery tresses atop her head were softly twinkling
in the flickering glow of the candles spread out around the chamber. There were more
of glimmering jewels on the necklace wrapped around her long, graceful neck and yet
more on her gold bracelets and anklets she wore. Jewels were abundant in her father,
King Beowuld’s Realm of the Underworld as his minions were only too glad to mine
them to gain the favor of the king.